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Interlude – Merry
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I never thought this would happen. Never. If I'd had even the remotest idea, I never would've let him come along. It's too dangerous for him to be out there all alone.
Well, I know he's not alone. He's got Gandalf there to protect him, and Boromir. They'll take care of him.
But, see, we've never really been separated before. We've never been apart for more than a week since Pip was born. So you'll have to understand if this is a little difficult for me.
So I'm just sitting here by the stable, staring out the way Shadowfax went, trying not to remember that that's PIP out there, little PIP, all alone, without me to take care of him.
Kayli comes over and sits down next to me, very carefully. "Are you –" She pauses, shakes her head. "How bad is it?"
I sniffle. "Pretty bad."
She wraps an arm around my shoulders, leans her cheek on my hair. "He'll be all right. He has Boromir and Gandalf to take care of him."
"You don't LIKE Gandalf," I point out.
"I like him well enough. Sometimes I don't like the decisions he makes," she explains.
"We've never really been apart before," I say suddenly, without bothering to stop and wonder why I'm telling her this. She probably has bigger things to worry about than on heartbroken Hobbit.
"It must be tough," she says softly.
I nod. My throat starts to close up. "I'm not there, Kayli. What if he's hungry, or scared, and I'm not there?"
"Boromir's there," she says, smoothing my hair. "He'll take care of Pippin."
I try to talk around the lump in my throat, and I find that I can't. I turn my head into her shoulder and I cry. I can feel her tears fall on my face.
I am so afraid.
Interlude – Merry
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I never thought this would happen. Never. If I'd had even the remotest idea, I never would've let him come along. It's too dangerous for him to be out there all alone.
Well, I know he's not alone. He's got Gandalf there to protect him, and Boromir. They'll take care of him.
But, see, we've never really been separated before. We've never been apart for more than a week since Pip was born. So you'll have to understand if this is a little difficult for me.
So I'm just sitting here by the stable, staring out the way Shadowfax went, trying not to remember that that's PIP out there, little PIP, all alone, without me to take care of him.
Kayli comes over and sits down next to me, very carefully. "Are you –" She pauses, shakes her head. "How bad is it?"
I sniffle. "Pretty bad."
She wraps an arm around my shoulders, leans her cheek on my hair. "He'll be all right. He has Boromir and Gandalf to take care of him."
"You don't LIKE Gandalf," I point out.
"I like him well enough. Sometimes I don't like the decisions he makes," she explains.
"We've never really been apart before," I say suddenly, without bothering to stop and wonder why I'm telling her this. She probably has bigger things to worry about than on heartbroken Hobbit.
"It must be tough," she says softly.
I nod. My throat starts to close up. "I'm not there, Kayli. What if he's hungry, or scared, and I'm not there?"
"Boromir's there," she says, smoothing my hair. "He'll take care of Pippin."
I try to talk around the lump in my throat, and I find that I can't. I turn my head into her shoulder and I cry. I can feel her tears fall on my face.
I am so afraid.